of all emotions passion is the one that causes us to commit.
you are the ink to my paper, where my pen is to my pad. the moral, the very fibre. the whole substance to what i am. you are my reason for being, the meaning of my existance. if it wasn't for you i would never be able to spit this as intense as i do, and the irony is you rely on me as much as i rely on you to inspire me like you do. you provide me the lighter fluid the fuel to my fire. you're my entire supply of gas, the match and igniter. the only way that i'm able to stay so stable is you're the legs to table, if you were to break i'd fall on my face. but i'm always gonna make you feel i don't need you as much as i really need you, so you don't use it to your advantage. but you're essential to me, you're the air i breathe. i believe if you ever leave me i'd probably have no reason to be. you are the word that i'm looking for when im trying to describe how i feel inside, and the right one just wont come out to my mind. you're like the pillow that props me up &the beam that supports me. and no matter now much too much is never enough.
i'll make something out of nothing
yours truly
